He was honestly surprised. He shouldn't have been - those three years were not for nothing after all. He'd spent more than a few bells and chimes practicing with others, and he knew that he wasn't the only one that trained to try and raise his skill for the days that he would need it. Nevertheless, the counter-defense was much stronger than he'd anticipated, and because of that, he floundered. The metal tip of his spear struck cold dirt, while his hands struggled to keep a firm grip on the shaft. Vibrations sent the thing into a jig that he struggled to just keep up with, never mind stop.
When the next attack struck, though, at least he was able to put the rest of the spear to good use. The shaft was pulled up - although the tip remained almost buried in the dust - to catch the blade of the gladius, leaving behind a small dent and a fresh wave of vibrations that sent the whole spear wobbling in his hands. It was times like these that he wished he'd focused on a smaller, sturdier weapon. Some of them seemed like they were about to break on their own any second, and others just wobbled about everywhere as if they had a mind of their own. His spear certainly did. He tried to counter-attack, like Daku, but as the shaft of the spear was thrust forwards to try and brunt an attack on the mans skull, the wood creaked and it seemed to spin hither and thither, even after the tip had freed itself after so much movement.
In fact, he had to hold back a yelp as he struggled to stop the thing from smacking his own forehead. He may have had several bells of prior training but when it came down to fighting with such a fast and experienced warrior, h felt like he was back in the first days of his three-year service. Being beaten to a pulp by his 'trainer'.
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